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About Los Angeles

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy. She’s out on the strip—neon lights, cheap heels clickin’. I saw one once—Vegas, ‘98—swear she winked at me. Made me laugh—nervous, tho. What’s her story? Born poor, prob’ly—stats say most are. Like, 70%—no kiddin’—from broke homes. Ain’t that a punch? Gets me mad—system’s screwed, ya see.

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Bills would add to list of crimes cops could prosecute pimps with, underline that child prostitutes are victims instead of criminals.

In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

Mom, sibling accused of murdering family member in Scappoose denied bail